I shook my head gently.
“Your father and I are working through adult problems.”
I took a breath.
“But you are not responsible for those problems.”
Owen’s eyes filled with tears.
“Are you going to leave us?”
My heart broke.
I pulled both boys into my arms.
“Never.”
I held them tightly.
“Never, sweetheart.”
That was the moment I decided I would no longer allow Julian to control the story.
I contacted an attorney.
Her name was Rebecca Sloan.
She was fifty-two.
Experienced in corporate disputes and complex divorce proceedings.
I brought her the prenuptial agreement.
The company documents.
The original capitalization records.
And several years of financial statements.
Rebecca reviewed everything.
Then looked at me.
“Meridian, does Julian understand that you own sixty-one percent?”
I smiled sadly.
“He knows.”
She frowned.
“Then why is he claiming the company belongs entirely to him?”
I looked down.
“Because he thinks he can intimidate me into surrendering my rights.”
